Hope by and by, hope by and by - motes in the eye, portcullis is shut, a skull isn't much of a castle to live in when the change is going to come, the change has got to come.
Explosions in the brain attest to it Evolution down the drain - let all the rest do it...
Oh yeah, the only result is cumulative drek It won't be the drug it won't be the sex it's got to be the Faculty X
Looking for a method, I play a straight bat, throw away the chances to slip. Yeah, you talk about the average - I don't care about that and my words are only giving me lip
When I know that the change has got to come Or what am I living for? or why am I here? I running, I give in more, far away from the near
Go meta-physical world, the sign that protects It wasn't the last it won't be the next It's Faculty X
Reading seeks, sages. prophets and obocurantist tracts, draining the elixir to the dregs... active yeast in the bottom is on the attack and it leaves me without any legs to stand on
Still I hope that the change will come
Meanwhile I don't know I think I'll have to go
Yeah, go for the governing body my consciousness elect It won't be so clear, it won't be direct. it's all that I fear, it's all I suspect and I'll disappear in Faculty Ex -
I pluck all these characters out of thin air, I push them down into the lungs; I infuse them with meaning as much as I dare. Stretch out for the shoreline and wait for the wave....